Luyện nghe bài hát Hair Blows/The Brown Stains Of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12 [Remix]/Special/Yellow

Oh, you the man, huh?
Oh, you be bitches, counting all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be trapping out the bando selling grams,
Oh, you be smoking, lean, and popping Xans, huh?
You see, the bullshit that I don't need
I'm telling niggas, y'all ain't fucking with me
See, I look in the and he said, "You are the man"
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"

Rocks on rainbow, Ben's a nice
Your neck reflects yout personality, and is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, I hate Legos
They know got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
Before see some halos, and I reload the ammo
Boy is Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-o
I tell my [?]
Now reload the aim-o

Can't a nigga get fucking chaos in hurr?
Want the in the [?]
And you can get ass [?] like a kick in the snare
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you know I'm [?]
boy's not that bad, enh, it's no biggy
It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no
We black out, and go hard JoJo and fuckin' Diggy
No ship in this series, and I want Iggy, man
We been Batmen Batman have a sidekick
Catch me in some like one of them soccer mamas
And them bitches blue like that family went to the Dodgers, em (Oh no!)
You can't bitch, I'm a
You get fucked up like the this side of my noggin
Going than the quidditch in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it like David
And I'm nigga
Meaning I'm two
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my motherfucking
Pink and on my neck remind you of my dickhole
And I don't fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

Don't get offended, being darkskinned
23 with the crib and I got no tenants
And I don't like sports, but the court got a
Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the fuck out my
See, that's the bomb, get my burr on
That's McLaren, '91 out the
Motors Flog Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your
Went from throwing up to throwing (Yeah, nigga!)

Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko nigga but macho, boy
I got some shadow [?], he kinda loco
Pack a [?] pistol, we nachos
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] some shells just a taco
So grab goggles, nigga
Taco Tuesday, you want none of that
Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was that
Nigga took the store from us, yeah, all of that
(Man, he really the store)

Crack a cracker with a
Gang tattoos, this ain't a Louis rag
[?] got me crip
Pants heavy, sag to the
the belt strapped, no face mask, nigga, just toe tags
Still the blunts getting ya
Ain't worried bout no niggas,
Grieve over suckers, on my knuckles
Call the ambulance, I'm from the era of crip
You was
You be me, huh?

Cuz is wack when he raps, and what he rap, he ain't
Top Dawg, Gang, smell the cat on your tongue
Pussy boy you fucked over, nigga, control gums
Teeth missing, moms' won't your face when it's done
My square homie's license, double in my trunk
Mind, power, body, and soul, we break
Got a strike on my record, double cups, and
You want the life like us, you to crip that coast
You want to steer that
You want to that kil'
who am I?